Can we sit quietly together this morning,
O God, like we used to do before
the whole world went crazy?
Sit and drink our coffee in the peace
of familiar friends, watching the geese
overhead in their ever-shifting Vs, letting
the day unfold for a few minutes without us?
And then, when our cups are empty and
our souls are sufficiently warmed,
rise and go our separate ways
to hold hands here and there with other
aching souls who need warmth and friendship?
I’d really like that, God. It would mean a lot to me today.